A simple story about that. Dad, Steve and I were building me a woodshed about 7 years ago. It was a cool crisp Autumn morning. Sun was just about to rise over Gold Hill and we were drinking coffee waiting for the cement truck to arrive.
Somehow the conversation turned to dying. Dad stated that he had given away his cemetary plot and had decided he was going to be cremated and his ashes put up on Prairie Mtn. (This was a difficult thing for me to swallow as I do not believe in cremation.) At any rate, Dad continued to say what he wanted. Steve, in his normal voice said, "Dad, can you take a raincheck on this one. I'm kind of busy for the next few months."
Well, he had about 7 years to make good on that raincheck. Steve did a fabulous job granting Dad his wish.
God bless you Dad, I love and miss you. May your memory be eternal.
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